After returning home, Feng Qinghuang hurried to her father and mother's courtyard to give the pastries to her mother. Unexpectedly, Feng Qingyun and Rong Xiao were also there.
"My brother and sister-in-law are here too. Perfect! I bought several bags of sour dates for my sister-in-law to eat, so I don't have to make another trip."
Rong Xiao handed the things to Feng Qingyun and took Feng Qinghuang's hand, saying, "Thank you, our little Huang'er. It's rare that our little Huang'er is still thinking of her mother and sister-in-law when she goes to town with her cousin."
Feng Qinghuang caught her sister-in-law's teasing tone, but pretended to be calm: "Sister-in-law, you're so naughty! Has my little nephew been well-behaved these past few days?"
Rong Xiao gently touched her round belly, radiating a gentle and loving light.
Rong Xiao looked at her amusedly: "How did Little Phoenix know it was a nephew? What if it was a niece?"
Feng Qinghuang replied decisively, "Sister-in-law, have you forgotten that I know medicine? Of course I can diagnose whether it's a boy or a girl. Besides, you're already over seven months pregnant, the fetus is already fully formed."
Murong Wan was overjoyed to hear her daughter's words. Although her family didn't have the concept of favoring sons over daughters, and both sons and daughters were precious, if the first child was a son, he could protect his younger siblings. If the first child was a girl, she would be the family's little princess, and all that mattered was that she be healthy, safe, happy, and joyful.
Feng Qingyun, standing nearby, muttered, "So he's a brat. No wonder he's always messing with Xiao'er. When he comes out, we'll definitely have to give him a good beating first."
When Rong Xiao heard his complaints, she knew that her pregnancy had taken a toll on Feng Qingyun, so she felt helpless but understanding. She knew that Feng Qingyun was only saying this because he felt sorry for her.
Murong Wan, who was nearby, also heard Feng Qingyun's complaints. Murong Wan was furious. The grandson hadn't even been born yet, and the son was already going to beat him. What would happen after the baby was born? The son probably couldn't be kept.
Murong Wan glanced at him: "Feng Qingyun, if you dare to lay a finger on my grandson, I'll spank you until your backside is a bloody mess."
Feng Qingyun choked: "Mother, I am your own son."
"The baby in Xiao'er's belly is your own son, my own grandson!"
Feng Qingyun was speechless. Was there no justice in the world? Her son wasn't even born yet, and she already had no status in the family and couldn't stay there any longer.
Upon hearing her mother's words, Feng Qinghuang glanced at her dejected brother and covered her mouth, secretly laughing.
"Mother, my brother would never hit my nephew. He'll be too busy doting on him to care for him. Right now, he's just worried about his sister-in-law. Don't be angry, Mother."
Rong Xiao couldn't help but chuckle. Although she knew her mother was joking, she still had to offer some words of comfort to prevent her husband's fragile heart from shattering into pieces.
"Yes, Mother, my husband was just joking. If he dares to lay a hand on me, I'll be the first to punish him."
Murong Wan knew, of course, that her son was joking, but she had only meant to remind him that it was fine to say such things in front of her, but if he said them in front of his father, it wouldn't be as simple as just getting a spanking.
"Hmph, he better be joking, otherwise Mother will have to demand justice for my grandson sooner rather than later."
Feng Qingyun looked at the three women in the room, all talking at once about the little rascal in Xiao'er's belly. He suddenly felt that things were too hard for him. He was already ranked last in the household. Now, his status in the family would only get lower.
Feng Qingyun could already foresee that the battle between father and son would begin the moment his son was born. Of course, he would be the loser, as it seemed that his family was currently on his son's side.
He was thinking about whether he should try to please his son before he was born, so that he wouldn't have too much trouble later on.
What Feng Qingyun didn't know was that after his son was born, no amount of flattery worked. Father and son were always at odds, both vying for the sole mistress of the household, Rong Xiao.
Just like when he was a child, he competed with Feng Qingcang for Murong Wan's love.
Moreover, since the son was born, not only have the three women in the family doted on him, but even the father himself unconditionally spoils his grandson. This is what they mean by the special bond between grandparents and grandchildren. (Of course, that's a story for another time.)
As Feng Qingyun pondered, Feng Qinghuang suddenly thought of something.
"By the way, Mother, have you thought of a name for my little nephew?"
Murong Wan shook her head: "For now, we've only given her a nickname, Fengbao, which means our Feng family's precious child. Your father's idea is that since this is Xiao'er's first child, he'll discuss the name with the Emperor, after all, she's his first grandson. He's probably too busy lately, so it hasn't been decided yet. But there's no rush, there are still more than two months to go."
Feng Qinghuang nodded. "Father and the Emperor are so slow! It's been months, and they still haven't decided on a name. Will my and Aqi's future child be like this too?"
Feng Qinghuang patted her face, wondering why she was suddenly thinking so far ahead!
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